Thursday, May 13, 2010

Collaberative Short Poem

One Moose Trumps Seven Deer

Backlit on the apron of the forest,the scrim of daylight shadows fading,the mushrooms snore, the ferns curl,all but the meadow sleeps.(Title by Jan. 1st 2 lines, Kass. Last 2 lines Sherry. Be careful. What you say in comments, may turn up in a poem)

DAVE - Thanks. I'm amazed you got your comment through. I've been struggling with blogger and how randomly it manages to space lines. This has been in and out of draft 3 times. Thanks for hanging in there.

@ Tag ~ Ha! You are wonderful, Sir. Double-dog dare ya to make something (poetic) out of nothing. I sense your poetry moving forward in leaps and bounds. You're really onto something for which you have a knack.

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